GLOBAL AWAKENING: My 10,000x Exp Multiplier-Chapter 71: []The Tower of Combat, Sealed Origins

"They locked the developer console." Vahn murmured aloud as his voice echoed in the empty arena. He looked down at his hands and flexed his fingers.

To any other player, losing their magic and system-altering abilities would be a terrifying death sentence. But to Vahn, it was merely a change in the variables. They had sealed his Origin Energy and locked away his ability to edit the universe.

However, the system couldn’t delete his physical infrastructure. The tens of millions of experience points he had forcefully injected into his base code remained completely intact!

[System Remark]

↳ Floor 1: Engaging Hostiles.

The heavy iron grates lining the walls of the arena violently snapped open. Fifty Level 10 Iron-Clad Centurions poured into the room. They were massive clockwork knights wielding rusted broadswords. They moved with mechanical precision as their glowing red optical sensors locked onto the solitary and unarmored man standing in the center of the ring.

"Target acquired. Eradicate." The lead Centurion buzzed, its gears grinding as it raised its heavy sword.

The horde charged forward like a terrifying tidal wave of jagged metal and murderous intent.

Vahn didn’t panic and he didn’t retreat. He stood perfectly still, his deep purple eyes tracking the incoming horde with cold precision. He didn’t have his magic. He didn’t have his cheats. He only had 9,999 points of base Strength and Agility!

Vahn casually took his hands out of his pockets. He stepped forward, his boot completely shattering the solid stone floor beneath him. He didn’t just run, he detonated!

Vahn crossed the thirty-meter gap in a fraction of a millisecond. The sheer kinetic force of his movement created a localized sonic boom. The air violently compressed and shattered the auditory receptors of the nearest clockwork knights before he even touched them!

He arrived directly in front of the lead Centurion. The machine didn’t even have the processing speed to register his arrival. Vahn didn’t draw his dagger. He simply threw a casual right hook directly into the center of the knight’s heavy iron breastplate. The impact sounded like a train colliding with a mountain!

The Force of the Void, the passive trait born from his ten billion EXP strength mutation, engaged effortlessly. The punch bypassed fifty percent of the machine’s physical armor. But with nearly ten thousand points of base Strength, the armor was entirely irrelevant anyway.

The Centurion didn’t just break, it completely exploded! The iron chassis violently ruptured into a shower of twisted gears, shrapnel and blue pixels. The kinetic shockwave generated by the punch continued backward in a devastating cone, violently tearing through the ranks of the machines behind it. A dozen heavily armored knights were instantly pulverized into scrap metal by the sheer air pressure of Vahn’s strike.

"Inefficient." Vahn critiqued smoothly, his voice completely devoid of exertion.

He didn’t stop moving. He became a blur of absolute violence. Without his Administrator privileges to delete his enemies, Vahn had to rely entirely on his physical body. It was a brutal display of martial perfection.

He ducked under a sweeping broadsword, pivoting on his heel to deliver a devastating roundhouse kick that snapped three Centurions in half simultaneously. He caught a descending blade with his bare hand, the rusted metal completely failing to pierce his dense skin. Then he ripped the weapon from the machine’s grasp and drove the hilt through its optical sensor.

He wasn’t fighting a battle. He was performing a localized demolition. In less than forty seconds, the arena was completely empty! Only a massive pile of twisted scrap metal and a torrential rain of blue experience points remained.

[System Remark]

↳ Floor 1 Cleared. Base EXP Gained: 5,000.

↳ Hidden Modifier Applied: The 10,000x Factor. Total EXP Gained: 50,000,000.

↳ Level Up!

↳ Level Up!

↳ Level Up!

The golden notifications flooded his peripheral vision, entirely ignoring the Spire’s attempt to seal his power. The Tower had locked his external edits, but it couldn’t touch his internal multiplier. He was already Level 4!

"Next floor." Vahn commanded the empty room as he casually shook a drop of black machine oil from his knuckles. The center of the arena dilated, and a glowing blue transition matrix pulled him downward into the depths of the Tower.

The next few hours were a blur of systematic slaughter. Vahn treated the Tower of Combat not as a desperate fight for survival but as a heavily scheduled chore. He cleared Floor 2, an ambush of shadow-infused assassins, by simply moving faster than their stealth mechanics could handle. He snapped their necks before they could fully materialize. He cleared Floor 5, a massive maze filled with toxic traps, by leaping directly over the walls! His 9,999 Agility allowed him to jump nearly fifty feet into the air.

He tore through the early floors with ruthless detachment. He didn’t need magic to be a god. He just needed math. Force equaled mass times acceleration. And Vahn was moving very fast.

By the time he reached the antechamber of Floor 20, his knuckles were bruised, and his breathing was slightly elevated. Even with 9,999 Endurance, continuously exerting maximum kinetic force without the aid of restorative magic was beginning to drain his stamina. The heavy dark fabric of his jacket was stained with the blood and ash of a thousand different monsters.

He pulled up his status board. He was Level 18. The massive influx of EXP was rapidly restoring his baseline progression, but the requirements were scaling up.

He leaned against the cold stone wall and let out a long slow exhale. He closed his eyes, his mind briefly drifting back to the penthouse in the White City. He thought of Hana organizing the logistics, her bright laugh echoing through the halls. He thought of Sia standing guard. He also thought of Aria, her emerald eyes fierce and protective, her delicate hands glowing with warmth.

The sweet scent of cherry blossoms seemed to cut through the stale air of the dungeon, grounding him. He wasn’t just clearing floors. He was buying their safety.

Vahn pushed himself off the wall, his deep purple eyes cold and focused. He reached to his hip, his hand finally closing around the dark hilt of the Soul-Bound Shadow Blade. The physical fights were over. The next threshold required surgical precision.

"Let’s see what Floor 20 has to offer." Vahn murmured, pushing open the heavy iron doors.